An intense make out

~ELENA~

“We're not done yet. We only just started,” the stranger says and pulls me closer to him before bending his head and kissing me fiercely.

I hear Valentina and Gianna gasp behind me.

His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give and demanding even more.

My body starts to burn and crackle with heat, even hotter than the last time I kissed Alessandro.

What is he doing to me?

I am melting. My God, I am melting, and I want so much more.

I feel myself sliding into him, and my traitorous arms steal up and around his neck.

He is stroking a fire in me. Something I cannot even begin to control.

I have been possessed by some primitive urge, something hot and molten that needs nothing so much as to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

He stops kissing me, and before I can say a word, he takes my hand.

“Come with me.”

I don't even think twice. I start going with him.

“Elena,” I hear Gianna whisper my name.

I turn back to wink at them while they stare at me in disbelief. It is unlike me, and they are shocked.

The handsome stranger pulls me along until we stop in front of a door.

He opens it, and we go inside. He slams the door shut after I enter.

“Now, where did we stop?” he asks.

“Ummm…” I stammer, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Then he kisses me again, hard, passionate, and filled with desire.

I want him.

Oh, how I want him.

I shouldn't want him. Shouldn't desire this strange man. But I do.

And yet, I want him with a desperation that leaves me breathless.

It's wrong. So wrong. But the desire building inside me keeps getting stronger and stronger.

His hands brush against my bossom, and I gasp.

His lips move to my throat, where he plants soft kisses that leave me struggling to catch my breath.

“Baby doll, what do you want me to do to you?”

I feel my head fall back. His voice is low and seductive, and it almost makes me feel as though I was born for this moment.

“Answer me, baby doll!” His voice is commanding now.

“Anything,” I whisper.

“Anything isn't an answer. Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he insists.

“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“As you wish, baby,” he chuckles before gently slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders.

My dress falls to the floor, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable before him.

“You're beautiful, baby doll,” he compliments me in that same seductive voice.

My cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

When his touch on my bossom becomes more deliberate, I gasp loudly.

He chuckles softly, seemingly pleased with the effect he has on me, and continues teasing me until I can no longer hide my reactions.

He carefully leads me to a wall and rests my back against it for support.

Then he bends his head and mouths my bossom, his attention making my thoughts scatter. His tenderness is almost as overwhelming as the possessiveness in his embrace.

“Mmmm” I groan, enjoying the sensations coursing through me.

One of his hands rests against my lower back, keeping me close as he loses himself in the moment, savoring every soft gasp that escapes my lips as though it is his reward.

He moves his attention to the other one, and I arch against him, a broken sound slipping from my throat.

He doesn't stop suckling me, and I find myself clinging to him, caught between the overwhelming sensations and the unfamiliar intensity of what we are sharing.

Each passing moment leaves me more breathless than the last.

I can barely think straight anymore, and I press my legs together, trying to suppress the unfamiliar sensations coursing through me.

He notices and chuckles.

“You're enjoying this, baby doll?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Do you want me to take things further?” he whispers in my ear.

I nod again.

“Say it. Tell me what you want,” he commands.

And shamelessly, I obey. "I want you,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Good girl!” he says triumphantly.

He helps me out of the rest of my clothes, leaving me feeling more exposed than I have ever felt in my life.

Then he draws me closer, and touches me in my most secret place. His touch sends a shiver through me.

“Mmm… you're trembling for me, baby," he says hoarsely.

“Yes,” I breathe against his ear.

“Now, I'm going to make you forget everything else,” he says.

Before I can respond, he kisses me again, and I lose myself in the moment.  A soft, involuntary sound escapes me as I cling to him, savoring the unfamiliar intensity of his touch.

He continues teasing me down there, drawing out every reaction until I am practically melting against him.

This feels so good.

So unbelievably good.

I've never experienced anything like this in my life. Not even with Alessandro.

When he kisses me again, I tremble against his mouth, completely overwhelmed by the sensations he awakens in me.

He pauses briefly, looking down at me with a dark expression that makes my heart race. Then he licks off his hands before pleasuring me again.

I let myself get carried away by the intensity of it all, forgetting everything beyond the walls of the room.

He brushes his lips against mine again, and I respond without hesitation.

“You taste nice, baby doll, and you smell so sweet too,” he says softly, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I can only manage a quiet, breathless sound in response.

“Now, you're going to let go for me," he drawls.

And without warning, he pulls me closer, intensifying the moment until I am struggling to keep up with everything I am feeling.

I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Don't stop, please,” I beg shamelessly.

“I don't have plans on doing that, baby doll,” he murmurs darkly.

My legs are starting to shake, and I can barely stand properly.

He notices and lifts me into his arms before pressing my back gently against the wall, keeping me close as the intensity between us builds.

I let out a broken sound, completely lost in the moment.

“Let go for me, baby doll,” he rasps against my skin.

“I think I'm about to lose it,” I whisper, releasing a soft cry.

He draws me closer, and I moan softly, no longer able to hide how deeply the moment affects me.

His attention is relentless, his movements deliberate, and every passing second leaves me more overwhelmed than the last.

And then I feel it.

Heat coils low inside me, tight and urgent, building faster than I can process.

The intensity is almost too much to bear, and my breath hitches as an unfamiliar pressure begins to rise.

“I... I think I need to…” I gasp, trying to pull away, confusion flashing in my eyes.

This is the first time I've ever felt this way.

“Let go,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice a dark velvet that wraps around me. “Don't hold back.”

I can't.

The sensation builds until I feel as though I am standing at the edge of something entirely unfamiliar. My body tenses, my heart pounds, and my breathing becomes sharp and shallow.

And then… release.

A rush of warmth sweeps through me, unexpected and wild. My body trembles, and I cry out, overwhelmed not only by the sensation but also by the intensity of the moment.

It's my first time experiencing anything like it, and it leaves me breathless, undone, trembling with disbelief.

My chest rises and falls as the lingering sensations slowly fade, leaving my skin flushed and my body weak.

He carries me to the bed and gently lays me on it.

I lie there, dazed and wide-eyed, my entire body still humming with the aftermath of what just happened.

He looks down at me, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.

“That was nice,” he says. “Take some time to recover.”

It is then that I notice he is still fully dressed while I am the only one lying there without my clothes.

My cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

“See you again, or not, baby doll,” he says before turning and walking out of the room, leaving me all alone to wonder who the strange man who just introduced me to an entirely new world of sensations really is.